Hermione Granger Uniform Novels & Stories

And why are these three hiding anyway? “I want to tell you something.” My eyes went in the direction of that cute girl. Her hair was tied up into space buns and her fringe was just enough not to cover her round almond black eyes. She’s much smaller than me, a petite and adorable girl indeed. She looked like she just came out of grade school with how frilly her uniform was. Was it even allowed to alter our uniform to something like that? “You may not remember me, but I can’t get you out of my head.”

Two girls her age made a beeline for her, they both wore the same boring school uniform she wore, grey frocks grey jacket, ties and berets, socks and matching sandals. “Wonderful,’’ she hissed under her breath as they drew near, “Besties I suppose.’’ her training at the institute kicks in as she studied the two girls for any sign of threat. The one that called her by her name managed to look pretty in her ugly grey school cloths.

She said as her eyes went wide, looking me up and down. "Oh please." I said sarcastically waving her complement off, while she laughed and I joined her. I was still wandering why she didn't answer my last question, anyways on the brighter side I've got a scholarship to attend, one of best schools in town. "Ready?." She asked handing me my blue school bag, as I took one last quick glance at the mirror. The uniform was made up of a blue below the knee flare skirt... A cross between high fashion and teenage boy fantasy... A white button up shirt, and a blue tie and finally a black blazer, that had the school's badge on it... Haven High School A.K.A HHS.

the soft tone, carefully not to anger me, full of respect, rang in my ears. Should I open my eyes now? I battled whether I should open them or not but still, I did. Carefully. As if I had just woken up. I look to see the familiar uniform she wore. The black and white uniform, the white apron, the white headdress, and the ruffles that designed her dress, and her dress that stopped on her ankles. Her hand was clasped together as she was gaping at me softly.

I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk. “Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted. I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt. “Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

She wore a bronze uniform from top to bottom, with a silver eagle crest attached to her chest. The crest on her uniform caught the light dully, less ornate than the others, edges worn smooth with use. "For you," she murmured, holding the envelope out. Before I could respond, laughter echoed from behind her. Two students lingered down the path, uniforms darkened by shadow, voices deliberately loud. "Bronze couriers," one of them snickered. "Might as well be invisible." The girl’s shoulders tensed and something sharp immediately settled in my chest.

No… I loved it. I walked over to my wardrobe and opened the doors. The Nocturne Academy uniform hung there, pristine and untouched. Navy tethering black blazer with the silver crest, crisp white shirt, pleated skirt that hit just above the knee. It looked expensive, official. Like something that belonged to a person who mattered.

"Sir." "Get me everything on that girl." "Sure sir, there’s surveillance cameras all over here they have the top security I’ll ask one of the men to hack into it." "Thanks James." "Anything for you, sir." I nodded. We drove passed her I looked out of the window she looked up straight into my direction. Oh my god those eyes they were to die for, I could almost drown in them how dark they were her skin tanned. Her uniform black and a blue shirt consisting of a five blue and red stripped tie with a Phoenix emblem on her tie and blazer I gathered from the tie she was in year eleven to. Perfect.

It was as if I was floating while doing all that, still unable to believe that in an instant everything had changed. I slept that night with my mind filled with thoughts about it. Even when I woke up the next day, there is still renewal. When I put on the new uniform, I noticed that it was much better compared to the stereotypical maids uniform. It is a plain black dress with pencil cut skirt up to the knees, short sleeves with white hem, and white collar with a royal blue scarf with the Ástron emblem. I tied the hair like the arrangement of the hair of other maids here. When it was over, I went out to go to Adeline's room.

Theon “Where's Aldar?” Master Tsertinand asks, making way for the Headmistress to approach the camp. She's dressed unlike I've ever seen her before. The Headmistress usually opts for long dresses and cloaks that look gothic and ancient. But now she's dressed in a costume similar to what the protectors like Kiran wore while they were in the Guild, although it is pure white in color. The protector outfit suits her significantly, making it easier for her to blend with the surroundings and accentuate her strong frame.